There was once a little kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up billy goat and able to take care of himself. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. A little later when he lifted his head, the flock was gone.
He was all alone. The sun was sinking. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. A chilly little wind came creeping with them making scary noises in the grass. The kid shivered as he thought of the terrible wolf. Then he started wildly over the field, bleating for his mother. But not halfway, near a clump of trees, there was the wolf!
Meanwhile, the flock was moving slowly homeward. In the still evening air the wolf’s piping carried far. The shepherd dogs pricked up their ears. They recognised the song the wolf sings before a feast, and in a moment they were racing back to the pasture. The wolf’s song ended suddenly, and as he ran, with the dogs at his heels, he called himself a fool for turning piper to please a kid, when he should have stuck to his butcher’s trade.
Do not let anything turn you from your purpose.